Wildflower
Be the wildflower you’re meant to be
You don’t need permission to bloom
You do you at your own pace
When it’s right for you
Not when there’s room
You’re colourful
Fragrant
Incessantly beautiful
Untamed
Let them look at you and wonder
How you filled the earthy hive
What’s upon you
That in the darkness you survived
You were manifested
Your seed the earth embraced
The wilderness
Invested
You’re one with them now ‘coz you trusted your instincts
You trust the wildshrubs you blossom in
You count on the bees and birds that drink your nectar sweet still
You bank on the thorns who protect you and die a little when you wilt…
Wilt… gracefully…
effusing your delightful fragrance…
Wildflower
Old School
Sure, luxury will make my life comfortable. Spoil me! But also sweep me off my feet with your soft eyes behind those expensive sunglasses, a sweet smile that’s precious than your Armanis and Guccis, a kind & humble heart that outshines the diamonds you gift me. I’m old school like that. Write me little miss-you notes and love letters expressing your deepest feelings. Hold my hand while walking on the cobbled path in our garden admiring the bougainvillea, lilies, roses, and orchids in the moonlight. Sing the ballads we danced to. Ask me for another dance… and another… and another. Match your moves with mine – slow and steady. Make me fall in love with you… again.
Aflame Hearts
Do you have the courage to enter the dragon’s lair
Embrace the burning desires I dare
Let ’em burst into flames your bodies and brains
That you tamed and trained
to canoodle the mundane
Till only aflame hearts remain
and you’re no longer… loving in vain
Let’s Start Over
The most beautiful thing I’ve heard this weekend… “Let’s start over. Winning is a byproduct of consistent effort and success is a journey.”
I instantly recalled a coffee mug sitting on the other side of a glass partition at my workplace. I must have been searching for motivation that day when I captured this memory. A kind soul kept it there to contain their marker pens unaware that it will inspire someone someday.
Do you also get such signs unexpectedly?
Tropical Monsoon
A serene sun
A blazing moon
The clouds ashen
in eternal June
Light dissolves
as darkness falls
The heart cries
a melancholic tune
“Cross over… come hither”
the voices urge in unison
But I remain dampened in time
Still… drunk on the tropical monsoon
McDreamy
He looked dapper in white
as he poured some wine
and indulged in soulful poetry
I must admit
it’s been a while
since I’ve encountered McDreamy in reality
The Queen of Shadows
The Queen’s silhouette levitates midair
leading her ton of shadows
Her entourage of victorious wolves
departing crimson meadows
She’ll be gone sooner than you know
abandoning those who are callow
Tis your last chance to bare
your unseen scars from the darkest hollows
Book Lovers
Him vs Her
When his curiosity rubbed her pride the wrong way
Her temper hurt his bashfulness
Now uneasiness visits if they ever happen to cross paths
He hesitates
She looks away
“I know your game”, she thinks
“So it is…”, he concludes, it seems
It’s best to shun the other
both presume
Maybe it’s a one sided street
both assume
So neither look nor smile
is what they do for a while…
But peace and indifference had long left the premises
Her heart now aches for a glimpse
It desires to soak in his silence… but instead…
she’s engulfed by a slurry of thoughts and emotions
Her mind and her heart have set things in motion
He… bears nothing
He probably isn’t in pain
Or maybe he is too and pretends to be sane
And while this goes on, she asks the angels who conspired them to notice the other
“Will I get a chance to speak to him; tell him I dislike the distance even though we never were together?”
“I detest the awkwardness
It makes me hazy and sick
People noticed you know
They noticed when it clicked”
“They noticed my heart race and cheeks blush
and your eyes fixed on me till you looked away in a rush… why?
Why did you do that?
You could have said something… ‘Hello,’ maybe… or smiled…
We could have been amiable and I wouldn’t have hated this as much.”
Wildflower
Sometimes
When I reach for the clouds
Devour the rains
Amidst deafening sounds
Your warm embrace
Your peace is sometimes
All I crave
The Greater Enchantment
Their thoughts all day
Keep your mind consumed
Curious feelings at play
Are they at their end too?
You hit the sack
Overwhelmed furthermore
But to the dreamworld and back
Recall fuzzy kittens, books galore
Dawning upon you thus
That the adoration is an entrapment
And the dream you dreamed
Is the greater enchantment
Every Evening
In Silence
Poetry on today’s prompt – expressing gratitude.
How do you express your gratitude?
Eyes closed
Body Still
With immense praise
My humble heart is filled
Weightlessness
Engulfs me
‘I’m eternally grateful’
A soft voice utters inside me
Expressing gratitude is one thing. Being grateful after expressing it is another.
What do you think?
Luna
She rides the crescent
Shooting arrows of stars
She ties the present
With stories from afar
Goddess, Chandra
Iah, Selene
Several names
For one celestial being
Being.
Yes. Being…
‘cos she breathes
She shines her light sometimes only for me
To chase away my gloomy dreams
In alternate realities
Stealing my anxiety
When I shift between the worlds
Promising me she’ll be there
For better or for worse
A Gentle Word
A gentle word
Can birth
A village of hearts
Willing
To forge…
Willing
To complement your force…
Every Evening
A poetic interpretation of the unspoken light banter between two elements of nature.
“Give them back to me!”
Demands the ocean as the sun rises every morning
And every morning, “I will” the sun says
“As soon as I kiss you goodnight, my darling.”
And every evening he moves closer
And every evening she blushes pink
And every evening the sun dies
To return her velvety starlit skies…
Every evening…
– Priyadarshika
Work In Progress
Beautiful hydrangeas
Fuchsia and dahlias
Hummingbirds and butterflies
Drinking sweet nectar and I
Feel like they should always be
Around the flowers and also me…
They…
They come around
Every once in a while
Blurting words that prick and pierce
For they cannot see
You living with pride
Being, what they never thought you’d be – FIERCE!
Do you want to be blind
Despite witnessing the truth?
Do you want to be deaf
When the answers are coming through?
Do you want to bend
And let them walk all over you?
They are dull
Dull and weak
Blaming the dead
Who cannot speak
Defaming your own
Can’t you see?
Their pale bulging eyes and smirk
Their narrow minds choked with dirt
Their hearts stone cold, filled with greed
Sowing the seed of doubt
That might sprout
But won’t grow into a tree
The Crack Willow
Mountain ranges rising
In the lake’s western shore
Snowy peaks reaching
Six thousand feet and more
Amid serene waters
Is a delicate Wanaka tree
Not the sole attraction but
Admirers come to see
How she stands while she can
Is a splendid wonder
Old and fragile
The crack willow can’t blunder
Broken and battered
Can you hear her creak
Yet tirelessly
She carries on you see
It seems her friends have sworn
To help till it’s time
The muddy floor holds her bough
When the waters rise fine
And “Leave her be, leave her be”
I hear the breeze whisper
When the pirates ascend
In the darkest trend
And she outs a soft whimper
– Priyadarshika
Unremembered
Sunken ships
Lost in time
Found in time
Treasures
Even though weathered
Don’t fail to breathe life
Into memories unremembered…
An Untitled Wish
Guide me through the tests of time
With you by my side
I’ll walk miles on end
I’ll burn the lights; I’ll give it all
Hold my hand
For I need it held
On a Quiet Day
Thunder!
On a quiet day
Woke the earth
The wind
Whistled its way
And blew the dirt
From the southwest
Down the valley where the blossoms sway
Unhindered
The sky roared
Summoned a beast
And nimbus clouds it birthed
Rain o’clock Nostalgia
Rain ‘o clock 23°C
Makes its presence felt every year you see
Reminds me of the gentle drizzle
The cool soothing breeze
The walk through the canopy of overhanging trees
How something magical happened that evening!
The clouds cleared
“Let’s watch the sunset,” you insisted
Then we hurried down to the open ground
Eager to catch the marvellous scene!
You spoke about the system and shared your plans
As you gazed across the beautiful expanse
I, however, was in some kind of trance
Sailing through time smoothly
Unaware, my naive self
Stole all of what makes this fond memory
Rain ‘o clock 23°C
Makes its presence felt every year you see
Priyadarshika I 